Journals (Camren)

Chapter 19

Following the events of last night, Lauren and Camila ended up at Lauren's house. The two snuck back inside at around one in the morning, because Lauren didn't trust that Camila would get home unnoticed. So she just proposed that she spend the night at her house.

They'd fallen asleep sharing hazy kisses. Their atmosphere was relaxed. Camila fell asleep in Lauren's arms a few minutes after they'd gotten inside. Lauren just watched her in adoration, but soon succumbed to sleep as well. They were only in underwear, having shed their clothes because they were hot under the blankets. Lauren's head was on top of Camila's chest, and her entire body was curled into her girlfriend. She didn't need a blanket when she had the warmth from her girlfriend's body. Camila was sprawled out underneath her, with her legs intertwined with Lauren's.

Clara knocked timidly at the door. When she got no response, she chuckled to herself and entered Lauren's room. She was a little shocked to find Camila in Lauren's bed. Did she say she was sleeping over? Perhaps it slipped her mind. Either way, she crossed her room to wake the both of them up. When she walked up to the foot of the bed, she was shocked again. Lauren was completely wrapped up with Camila. Her daughter's face was buried into Camila's chest, and Camila was holding her so tightly. And they weren't wearing shirts.

Clara was a little confused, to say the least. She knew Camila was best friends with her daughter, but she didn't know they were that close. It was a little weird. Their behavior had been odd lately. Camila never used to come over this much. Her visits were always sparing, and she never stayed for long. But she'd been sleeping over a handful of times over the past month. And when they used to spend the night, they were always on separate sides of her bed in the morning. When she approached the pair, she saw that under the covers, they weren't two figures. Their bodies were meshing. Their legs were intertwined. Clara's expression changed slightly. Her suspicions were slowly being confirmed. Instead of rousing them from their sleep, she slipped out of the room and back down to the kitchen.

"Mike..." Clara trailed as she approached her husband.

"What?" Michael responded.

"I saw something... Interesting," Clara trailed as she sat across from him.

"What?" he repeated, only a tad more interested than two seconds prior.

"Lauren and Camila were in bed, shirtless," she disclosed.

"It got kind of humid last night," Michael shrugged.

"They were on top of each other," Clara emphasized.

"They're best friends. Girls can get away with that sort of thing," Michael shook his head.

"Maybe..." Clara relented. She frowned and thought back to the way she found the two of them, but brushed it off. Unconscious cuddling. That's what she was going with.

"Well, do you still think Camila is gay?" Michael wondered out loud.

Someone clambered down the stairs with heavy feet, whom they only assumed to be Chris. Their conversation ended with a brisk nod of Clara's head. They were proven right when their son entered the kitchen, yawning and stretching.

"Morning," he grumbled sleepily.

"Good morning," Clara greeted him with a smile, although she was still disturbed by what she saw in Lauren's room.

Chris fixed his plate and headed to the living room to claim the tv. Clara was pleased to see him leave, only because she wanted to further discuss what she'd witnessed. But Taylor replaced his presence as she sauntered into the room. And she decided to stay in there to eat. They all sat around the table and made small talk. They were missing the presence of the girlfriends, but assumed they'd be joining them later.